#silm crack

[pumkin-patchwork]

Huan and Lúthien approach Sauron at Tol-in-Gaurhoth, FA 465

[curufiin]

[balrogballs]

nobody:

literally not a single fucking person:

me: actually if i was going to handle silmarils i no longer have any right to because i killed people and shit, i would simply not touch them bare handed. i, being an intellectual who knows that these stones burned the innards of a literal werewolf, a creature whose own stomach acids probably had the same corrosive effect as lava, am perfectly aware that my silly little tummy (which throws tantrums about dairy) is no match. a silmaril would give me instant stigmata. carve a perfect tunnel through my flesh. i, being clever and possessing the ability to look up at the sky, am equally aware that eärendil’s newest labret piercing being visible to the naked eye from the stratosphere makes it pretty clear that the thing is probably very bright. as bright as a star. neil armstrong walked on the moon in a space suit. he did not wank off the stars in his birthday suit. all things considered, i, unlike maedhros fëanorian who spent the first 500 years of his life eating hot chip, specialising in himbodom, lying, and not educating himself on basic physics, i would be trotting away peacefully from eönwë’s camp, my silmarils clenched victoriously in

[camille-lachenille]

The Noldor should use "craftless behaviour" to talk about someone who's being the equivalent of a modern day internet troll. Someone writes slandering gossip about Finwë in Tirion's gossip rag? That's a craftless behaviour!

[kimbapkimi]

Horsegirl Glorfindel

Golden boy with his pretty horse! Yes, Glorfindel is the one braiding Asfaloth's hair!

I already have Asfaloth's design made, and I will post it within days!

[feyandferal]

No really, this fandom is wonderful because

One moment you're reading the Silmarillion by the fire with a cup of tea, and next thing you know you're using terms like Crablor and crispy Amrod and kidnap fam and Comrade Maedhros unironically, much to the concern of your relatives. Time passes and it gets worse. Angbang brainrot makes you write an essay on Melkor being a secret sub. You casually start referring to Finrod v. Sauron as a princess rap battle. You write a second essay, and if you're really far gone it might even be a Fëanor apology. You ship every Finwëan under Laurelin with every Finwëan under Laurelin. You hiss Nerdanel was a little freak too at scared passers-by. You mutter justice for Eluréd and Elurín over breakfast. Your friends pat you on the head and sigh. You curse them in flawless Quenya.

[psstwantsomecheese]

When burning to death in a fiery chasm isn't even the worst thing that's happened to you

[kisses-in-the-void]

Good for her